Om Shanti, Om Peace

If you have ever been to one of my yoga classes, you have probably heard me repeat the phrase, “Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti, Om Peace, Peace, Peace“. I must admit, there are days when I repeat these words and it feels like rhetoric, like something that I say out of habit. But, then, there are other days, like the morning after the horrific shooting in Orlando, when I repeat these words at the end of my yoga class, and something deep within me feels their power. The words themselves seem to hold their own vibration, their own energy. When I repeat these words, I am not speaking directly to you or the class in front of me, but to all beings. For a brief, still second, it feels as if these words may touch each individual on this earth.

I am not naïve, I do not believe prayer or meditation, or chanting alone will bring about peace, but I do know that for me, my yoga practice is always a support and beacon of hope in even the darkest times. What I love so dearly about my yoga practice is that it is always in flux, always in transformation to meet me exactly where I am each day. Some days my practice is quiet and still, other days it is energetic and quick. Some days, I love listening to Motown while I rock my downward dog, while other days it is the haunting Kirtan chanting of Deva Premal. What matters most to me, is that I do not judge my practice or myself – instead I practice acceptance and santosha (contentment).

During this difficult and tumultuous time in our country, it is often tempting to turn our backs (however consciously or unconsciously) on that which brings light into our lives. But it is vital, now more than ever, that we move toward the light, toward hope and support.

What brings you toward the light in dark times?
What prevents you from reaching out for hope and support?
What keeps you stuck in negativity and pain?
What can you do today to restore your faith in Peace?